Around me is a mass of morphing colours;
by Ballerina With Fins
pink black white pink black
Around me is a dull shopping paradise; a graveyard,
subfusc, dead people with dead minds
scrambling around aimlessly,
wandering in that straight line,
to nothingness, somber.
They are all alive; but it is far too late.
They are owned by these terriying neon colours,
and their crude surroundings. But then again, they still say, let's go shopping. Because it's what they do best.
Like a shop window, entrancing, untoucable.
Dull, dying, dead.
I wear my old Tuesday socks on Friday; and
they say I'm going crazy.